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Privacy Code (Shatterproof #1) by Jordan Burke, Author
Expected Publication: July 9th, 2014
Genre: A Suspenseful Erotic Romance
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Everyone has secrets. No one has secrets like Watts.
Catherine Kolb has found the perfect diversion from her life of nearly complete seclusion: a virtually anonymous correspondence with a man she knows only as “Watts.” Intelligent, intriguing, and with an insatiable appetite for sex, his words begin to draw her out of her closely guarded world.
Watts insists on privacy. He has no choice. In the wrong hands, his secrets could get people killed.
But curiosity and lust prove stronger than reason and safety. A planned one-time encounter sets into motion a series of events that bring Catherine and Watts to the edge of ecstasy and the brink of peril.
Two very private people. One risky night. A shot at love and redemption.
This is the first in a three-part serial, to be released over the course of three weeks beginning July 9. Due to mature themes, this book is recommended for readers 18+.
I knew him only as “Watts.” Since we had an entirely email-based relationship, he said he preferred to keep it anonymous.
Once, when I asked if Watts was his first or last name, he wouldn’t say, and told me he would prefer that I didn’t force the issue. I promised him I wouldn’t ask again, not knowing at the time that I would break that promise and the consequence would be so harsh.
This was part of his “privacy code.” Actually, it was the tamest part of his code, which I would eventually find out. For six months before we finally met in person, though, our contact was exclusively in the form of the written word. It was safe, which is what I wanted.
It was also stimulating in a number of ways, which was something I didn’t even know I needed until Watts entered my life.
His words alone—those seemingly simple black and white letters on a screen, strung together to form ideas—awakened in me something I had no idea even existed. An aspect of my being that at times I thought was better left unexplored.
When he sent me an email, it always arrived just before noon. It didn’t start that way, but I had mentioned to him in one of my emails that it sure would be nice to have something stimulating to read on my lunch break. I was always reading something, usually a novel and always in physical book form. While everything I read spoke to me in some way, nothing struck my core quite like the words Watts wrote.
Sometimes they were short emails, asking me if I’d read a certain book. He loved to discuss books, especially older ones.
Other times, his emails were laced with what I sometimes referred to as “sexual poison” because of the effect they had on my central nervous system.
I even admitted that to him once, including the phrase I came up with, and he responded by telling me not to worry, that he’d always have the antidote.
I made the mistake of trying to one-up him with the flirting, having no idea the effect his response would have on me.
I had written: “An antidote I would never need. You would probably say you’re too much of a man for me, and that I couldn’t handle it, right?”
Watts had written back: “Your last word makes me very curious. ‘It.’ What exactly do you mean by ‘it’? If by ‘it’ you mean me in general, the fact of being with me, I think you’d have a good shot at handling ‘it.’ If, on the other hand, by ‘it’ you mean my cock specifically, that’s an entirely different question. You may be able to handle it. At least with a little practice. Tough call.”